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‘Tell me, my boy. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. But his words were borne away by the driving wind. We have to hang about in the interval. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh, and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy than ever. It must be some days before you can arrange for her to make an identification. "Vat ish it, Mishter Vild?" inquired Mendez.
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